well, then, you know,
all hell broke loose.
and the monkey shot up.
and, you know, nothing good
ever comes from a monkey
stoned on lasted fire burned brew.
no, nothing at all. nothing.
now we have something.
anger management ain't working.
forget kiss and run; will be
shot before breakfast.
that new pink stunk up the place
something awful.
pimp on line one; looking
for his wife that big pink
pimped out.
had I thought it over,
would have shoot right on through.
some of that blood and guts stuff
with lots of plenty of that
hero complex to shove up and over.
tomorrow we'll wipe ourselves
clean and move right along.
am happy to announce nothing
and leave all that heavy breathing
to those of you with your fingers
sticking in forbidden places.
tell them you don't know
a damned thing and then
find a place to hide.
